Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 365 The Long Night of the Blood Moon

It was nearing dusk, and the crimson moon hung faintly in the sky.

The daytime shifts at the steel mill had ended, but instead of rushing out of the factory gates as usual, the workers all went up to the fifth floor of the main building in the industrial park and formed a long, orderly queue.

"Hey, Paul, how much did you take?"

"Cynthia, I only received two weeks' salary in advance, a full three pounds! My two children can finally go to church school without worry, because I can now tell them that their father can support them!"

"3 pounds! If that's the case, my wife and I could move to a completely different place, and we could even eat meat several times a week!"

"And you, how much did you take?"

Such conversations were endless, making quite a commotion in the manager's office, where someone had just died a few days ago.

The blond-haired young man sat alone on the sofa in the office, sipping his hot tea slowly. An hour later, he put down his teacup and looked at the manager he had just hired that day.

"It's getting late, you can go home now."

"Why do I have to be here watching over it? To be honest, I don't care about that little bit of money. Even if someone secretly takes some of it, I won't care too much."

Of course, the last one who dared to steal my money had a belly full of gold, while the other one has now become an evil spirit.

With a sigh of helplessness, the boy put away the cash box Harry Brad handed him and got up to leave the factory.

Now that everything is on track, he doesn't need to come here all the time.

"Didn't you hear the workers praising you? A boss like you is truly rare!"

"I'll handle the accounts from the side, and your sitting here helps maintain a good image."

"Besides, you've given me a huge sum of money. I absolutely have to send someone to supervise it. If something goes wrong, even if I really didn't do anything, I won't be able to explain it."

The new manager's face no longer wore that sorrowful smile; instead, it radiated genuine joy. As a businessman, he seemed quite familiar with the ins and outs of the place.

"I receive praise every day, and I don't lack that kind of praise."

Ron scoffed and approved his supervisor's application for an advance on his salary, handing over £12 in cash.

"I overheard the workers talking about wanting to buy some things. What are you planning to do with this money?"

Instead of rushing off, the blond boy stared at Harry Brad's slightly wrinkled face and asked curiously.

"I feel that without me saying anything, you should be able to guess with your intelligence that I will use this money to move my wife and children out of the shared apartment and find a decent but not too wasteful detached house."

"Only when the two of them are doing well can I feel the meaning of my life."

"Although Emperor Roselle said that money can't buy family or love, I don't think he's entirely right. At least money can buy happiness!"

The new manager took the £12 in cash, his hand trembled almost imperceptibly, and a genuine smile appeared on his face. Even his speech became animated.

The office door clicked open and then slammed shut, leaving Ron alone in the office, lost in thought.

"You're so easy to fool. I didn't do anything. I just assigned you suitable positions according to your status in the world, treating you as human beings to prevent people from ruining my reputation."

"Are those factory owners and big bankers less shameful than me, this 'evil god'?"

It wasn't that Grandpa Ron was kind-hearted; it was all thanks to the contrast with his peers.

The crimson full moon shone into the slightly cluttered office, where only a cup of hot tea remained on the tea table, its white steam rising silently, telling the story of what had just happened.

67 Williams Street.

As soon as Ron crossed the spatial barrier and returned to the living room, he saw Medici hitting Amon.

"Did you steal it?! Did you steal it?!"

"Ha, it wasn't me!"

"Little crow, still being stubborn! I've watched you grow up since you were a crow, don't you think I know your nature?"

The War Angel roared, convinced that Amon was responsible for the evil deed. Using a mirror-like flash, he swung his flaming spear and stabbed the seemingly innocent and stubborn Monocles hard.

You dare take my private stash of money? You're asking for trouble! Don't you know that's the capital I use to build my future army?!

Upon seeing this, Ron's golden eyes flickered slightly, and in an instant he understood what had happened.

He couldn't help but think to himself that Amon was a real scoundrel, not even sparing Medici's little bit of private money.

He gave a helpless twitch of his lips, hid the cash box he was carrying behind his back, and decided to pretend he hadn't seen anything, preparing to let Amon take the blame.

The reason Ron didn't care about Medici's embezzlement was that he had already found the location of Medici's secret stash. Since it was just sitting there untouched, Ron let Medici secretly hide money in it.

As luck would have it, I didn't have any cash this time, so before leaving the house, I had to resort to my ingenious wisdom to tide me over.

"Hey, Medici, stop hitting him! The house's going to catch fire! That's just how Amon is, don't you know him?"

"This guy is hopeless no matter how you teach him; he's used to petty theft. Don't take it to heart!"

After throwing the money box into the "King's Treasury," the blond boy pretended to be innocent and prepared to step forward to mediate the fight.

Just then, seeing the little kid's grinning face, Shi Tianshi pushed up her crystal monocle. In the bright room, the monocle seemed to reflect a dazzling white light.

"Medici, what grounds are you to falsely accuse me without any evidence? If we're talking about despicable character, I think this guy is one of them too."

He pointed at Ron, who was licking his big face and stepping forward to mediate, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

As the angel king of the realm of fraud, Amon naturally understood that those who wronged you knew better than you did how wronged you were. So, upon seeing Ron's amused expression, He instantly identified the real thief.

"Little raven, do you think I'd believe you? Ron is so rich, why would he steal my money? Your lying skills aren't what they used to be!"

That was the truth, not a lie!!!

Seeing Medici's distrustful expression, the Angel of Time seemed to realize the value of honesty and good character, but unfortunately, He had lost these thousands of years ago.

"Heh, is it easy for me to judge? Doesn't he have a powerful sealing artifact capable of creating rules? Just make a rule and see who's lying!"

With a grin, the Time Angel casually pointed to the wishing lamp on Ron's waist. Anyway, it wasn't Him who did it. In all these thousands of years, Amon had never been so confident.

Upon hearing this, Medici looked at Ron with a somewhat suspicious gaze, the meaning in his eyes was all too clear.

That's a good idea, shall we give it a try?

"Okay, no problem!"

The blond boy elegantly removed his top hat and "gently" patted the wishing lamp.

"Theft is prohibited here. Violators will be punished!"

Having recovered from the impact of the Chaos Sea in the last two days, the Genie clearly understood Ron's meaning. He immediately mobilized the black and white mist within the lamp and solemnly and justly pronounced his judgment.

Meanwhile, the living room seemed to be bound by invisible chains of rules. In just an instant, the Time Angel, the embodiment of baseness, was hoisted up by these invisible rules, and then countless invisible whips lashed down upon its body.

Chaos gives birth to order, and order carries its own shadow; in any case, the Son of Chaos didn't specifically refer to any particular theft.

Previous transactions can be settled later.

(End of this chapter)